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The Charm of a Plastic Paradise Bali, Indonesia

My Scholarship entry - A 'place' I have visited

To escape the bells and whistles, I spent one month living in a small villa in a quiet local area of southern Bali. With bits and pieces of my novice Bahasa Indonesia, I befriended this shy but friendly family who came knocking on my door in search of house-keeping work one day. Though my villa required little maintenance, I invited them to do some cleaning in exchange for a small fee. Even though they had offered their services, I felt inexplicably unsatisfied with the arrangement. Along with their monetary payment, I rounded up a bag of clothes, notebooks, pens, candies and rice, and offered it to them with more compassion than gratitude. This was the day that I realized Bali isn’t just a wonderland of self-indulgence. More than a tourist playground, it is a homeland - a reality that is too often overlooked.

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To escape the bells and whistles, I spent one month living in a small villa in a quiet local area of southern Bali. With bits and pieces of my novice Bahasa Indonesia, I befriended this shy but friendly family who came knocking on my door in search of house-keeping work one day. Though my villa required little maintenance, I invited them to do some cleaning in exchange for a small fee. Even though they had offered their services, I felt inexplicably unsatisfied with the arrangement. Along with their monetary payment, I rounded up a bag of clothes, notebooks, pens, candies and rice, and offered it to them with more compassion than gratitude. This was the day that I realized Bali isn’t just a wonderland of self-indulgence. More than a tourist playground, it is a homeland - a reality that is too often overlooked.


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